Over the wintry forest
The wind howls in rage
With no leaves to blow
We march in solemn silence
As the crow begins to laugh
Makes me wonder what he knows
What doesn't kill you
Makes you stronger they say
But I'm not sure
How much more I can take
White silver crystals
Footsteps in the snow
For what we are fighting
I truly don't know
Counting the days
Until we are sent home
In my cold hand
Your photograph
Gotta stay focused, watch my back
Prepare for the coming attack
For what are we but a sacrificial lamb
Cannon fodder for a richer man
